Thank You

This is the final day of Genghis Grill Health Kwest 2012.  Thank you to all the Genghis folks at the Murfreesboro Grill that have served me, cooked for me, chatted with me and had a laugh or two with me.  I’ll miss my daily bowl.  I’ll be back, though probably not for a little while.  It’s been a great time.

Thank you to all my family and friends who followed me during this Kwest.  Thanks for voting for me and and encouraged me along the way.  It’s been fun sharing a peek into my goofy mind these last 60 days with my blogging.  Maybe I’ll have to start a blog of my own just to get my daily fix.  HA

Cheers to you all!


*Green Day-Good Riddance”, sound recording administered by:WMG


Memory is a strange thing.  Somehow I’m able to remember something that happened 38 years ago, but ask me what I had for breakfast yesterday and I’ll…well actually that’s not a good example because I have the same thing for breakfast almost every day.  Ask me what I had for lunch…nope…don’t do that either…it’s the same thing for lunch every day since the Health Kwest contest has been going on, salad.  Don’t bother asking me about my suppers…you already know what I had thanks to the good people at Genghis Grill. 

The reason I’m thinking about memories is, this morning when I walked outside, I had an immediate flashback of a trip our family took to California in 1975 when I was 12.  The weather in California was warm and sunny and fragrant and we were going to Disneyland and all was right with the world.  This morning, it was just the same, warm and sunny and heavy with the smell of spring.  Suddenly that happy California memory came rushing to me out of nowhere, as vivid as if it just happened last week.  Sure, I was going to work, not quite the magic kingdon, but for that brief moment, it didn’t matter, all was right with the world again.  Now, if I could just remember where I put my sunglasses.

Beginning of the End

This is the beginning of the end.  Less than 1 week until the Health Kwest challenge is over.  I’m counting down the days, not because I’m tired of the food, in fact, I’m still really enjoying the food.  It’s the time commitment that I’m looking forward to ending.  The driving, the eating, and the blogging is what I’m getting weary of.  This blog alone took me 3 hours to write…(ok, this one was 3 minutes, but there have been blogs that took hours to do).

That’s all.  Have a good day…or should that be a Genghis day…no…no…stick with a good day.

So Long Tony

Today I’ll finish helping my friend Tony Goodwin pack up his life and move to California!  Tony is a world class artist, specializing in the classical approach to portraiture, in the style of the old masters (not old like Grandma Moses old, but old, like Rembrandt old).  He’s moving out to California to pursue his painting vocation.  Vocation  by the way, originally had religious roots to it; the word means “calling” (vocation and voice each share the Latin root word vox, or “voice”) and described the inspiration some people receive to join the clergy or enter a religious community.)  In this case, vocation holds true to it’s roots.  Tony plans on following God’s direction in his life, to use the God given talents of his life, to fulfill God’s purpose for his life. (wow, I should be a preacher).  And besides that, he’s going to be living in a condo 8 minutes from this beach!

All the best to you my friend.  Once you get out there, if you need any help smoking a cigar on the beach, give me a call and I’ll be there as soon as I can.


First time for everything

Health Kwest has one week left, but even as the days count down, there are still little surprises happening.  Yesterday I was sitting at the bar waiting for my bowl, when all of a sudden, I heard “It’s Kevin Shurmer…it’s him! ahhhhh”   ( it was just like that only without the screaming, the crowds, the police or the palm trees)

It was two coworkers from Ingram, Jereisse Fleming and Tammy Porter.  They just happened to be eating lunch at Genghis Grill the same time I was, so they invited me over to join them.  That’s the first time I’ve had groupies at Genghis!  I offered to autograph a napkin for them, but they politely declined.  I could tell they just didn’t want to impose on me.  HA!

Jereisse and Tammy both volunteer on the media team at their church so after lunch they were headed over to World Outreach to get ready for the Saturday night service.  (No, World Outreach isn’t 7th Day Adventist, they just have so many people coming that they have church on Saturday night as well.)

Thanks for inviting me to join you for lunch…that was a nice surprise and I really enjoyed it…even if I didn’t give you my autograph.  : )



I’ve been doing some research on the interwebs and all the information seems to be pointing to one inevitable conclusion.  They say the beginning steps to getting better is first to admit you have a problem, so here goes;  Hello my name is Kevin Shurmer and I may be addicted to Genghis Grill.  

Let me explain:

1) After a good work out, and a measly salad for lunch, as the day progresses, I’ll start to get the shakes, and the only thing that seems to help is a tasty bowl of Genghis Grill stir fry

2) There are times when I go to Genghis Grill and eat alone.  I’m not just a “social” eater, I can sit at the bar with just me and my bowl, lost in the world of dragon salt and Mongo BBQ sauce.

3) Sometimes, if I go too long without my bowl, my precious Genghis bowl, I’ll break out in a cold ginger citrus sauce and my hands feel sort of…not clammy…more like shrimpy.

4) Sometimes I refer to my Genghis bowl as ‘my precious’

5) I often dream of eating a giant bowl of Genghis Grill, and once, when I dreamed about eating a bowl of scallops, I woke up and my pillow was missing.

6) Sometimes, if I build an exceptionally large bowl and eat it all, I’ll find myself at home, with garlic powder in my mustache, 3G sauce on my shirt and no remembrance of how I got there.

There are only 8 days left in Heath Kwest.  After that, I khan stop any time I want…any time…but right now I want my precious, my Genghis Grill precious bowl…excuse me…I’ve gotta go somewhere now.


One at a Time

I swam again this morning, and I’m still sticking with my routine of adding an additional lap each day I swim, so I’m up to 17 laps now, or 850 metres, or just over a 1/2 mile for those of you not familiar with the metric system.  I tried to implement Chris the triathlete’s advice and string together 3 length as my non stop distance, but I was only able to do that twice before my limbs turned to lead and I had to go back to 2 lengths as my max.

The problem with adding more laps each time is there’s more to do each time (brilliant, I know).  Counting down 17 laps seemed like an insurmountable challenge, after all, that’s two hands, a foot and the little piggy that went to market and the one that stayed home.  Looking at the whole 17 laps, I thought I’d never get done, so I just decided to take it just 1 lap at a time.  I can do 1 lap, so all I had to do was 1 lap…17 times.  That seemed to work for me.

Maybe I should use the same strategy for my Health Kwest contest.  There’s 11 days left now, so I just need to stick with the program 1 day…11 times in a row.